Cristina had finally done it. She'd found the courage to tell Owen she wanted to try again.
And oh, her bravery had been rewarded. He'd lunged at her and kissed her up against the door and then helped her remove his tie and undo his shirt. Now she was on top of him and he was arching towards her and it was real. His hand grabbed her ass and squeezed, before he slid a finger under her panties.
Cristina paused, tears brimming in her eyes. Owen looked up at her, his blue eyes reflecting all of the joy and fear and lust that was deep within her. He whispered, "Sweetheart .,.."
That was all she needed to continue. Words would come later.